Today I spoke to a hungry heart about Jesus. I shared Bible verses. Listened to her hurt, her pain… then shared some of my own. I pray there was a connection. I was introduced to her by another sister at my church. Then found out she lives in my same town. No coincidence.
Then I went out with a dear sister from church – we went to the mall with my son and her girls. She has teens and they were shopping for Easter dresses. I bought a smoothie, and invited the person who made it for me to our church Easter Drama. I left a store at the same time as woman and her child, and invited her as well. Then I went grocery shopping and invited two more people.
That might not seem like a significant day to you. But to me, it’s huge. I don’t do that. I don’t talk to people about Jesus. I don’t share my story. I don’t invite complete strangers to church. But today I did.
It’s God in me.
Spending more time reading the Bible, studying His word, listening for His voice. It’s all grown my spiritual life. I haven’t watched TV in a week. And I don’t miss it. I didn’t purposely say “this week I’m fasting television”… I just had no desire to sit and watch it.
Instead I desired time with Him.
More of Him, less of me.
At His feet,